I’ll start with the creepy apocalyptic/aliens one from about two nights ago. In it, these aliens moved the Earth closer to the sun, or the sun closer to the Earth, one or the other. As a result, the entire world was rapidly being killed from rapidly-advancing but suddenly-onset diseases, caused by being much closer to the sun than we should have been.
However, as if that wasn’t bad enough, the aliens, in their huge, bell-shaped spacecraft, were beaming some of us up. There were several crowd scenes where we were all running and screaming towards buildings which we assumed would protect us from being beamed up into the giant bells, where we all figured we would be killed instantly in horrible ways.
Well, The Mormon and I were running toward some big building, and just as I got inside, I turned to look, and the giant bell craft got him. At this point, I started crying very wetly, which woke me up briefly, and then I instantly went right back into the dream.
I had decided to go to Virginia and say good-bye to old friends there, as the entire world was ending, one way or another. And then the next thing I knew, I got beamed up into a giant bell thing.
I was not killed immediately upon arrival, however. I was just…there, alone, and so I started wandering, because somewhere there were either other people or my doom, one or the other. But standing there was getting me nowhere.
I went into this one dimly-lit room, the floor of which was like one of those bouncy things that they sometimes have at little kids’ parties, and so I had to bounce all around, and on one wall was a little opening where this huge, slimy alien plant thing with lots of vines sat.
There were several patches on the floor, and the entire back wall across from the giant plant was the same, that were like flypaper–if you got stuck to them, the plant would reach out big vines and…eat you. I discovered this when a couple of people that I vaguely recognized from UNF wandered into the room and bounced into these spots and got stuck.
After that horrible sight, I tried to bounce out of the room and accidentally bounced into the back wall, but fortunately I was wearing a jacket and was able to detach myself before the plant could eat me.
So then I was leaving the room, and I ran into this guy I know from my line at work (Michelle calls him The Leprechaun–he’s very cute, a sophomore now, I believe, and just this nice guy who always talks to me because at one time he had a crush on me, and may still). Anyway. So I saw a friendly, familiar face. Except he looked somewhat–tired. He still smiled and said it was good to see me, and when I asked what he’d been doing since he’d been beamed up, he explained casually that he was breeding with the plants.
After the horror of this statement had sunk in, he then explained that that was the only option for staying alive and that the aliens would just feed you to the plants if you didn’t wish to breed with them.
Then, thinking that perhaps The Mormon could possibly still be alive, I showed him a photo of The Mormon and asked frantically if he had seen him–he hadn’t. So I left him to his business with the plant and bounced to the door, where Invader Zim (he came to about my knees) was standing and laughing maniacally. Then I woke up. *shudder*
A few nights further back, I had this dream that the cafe crew (Michelle, Dennis, Turtle, Adrianna–The Mormon may also have been there, but really the ones I remember most clearly are Michelle and Adrianna) and I were…I’m not sure if it was Earth or not, but there was a lot of land that we were running over, because the Huntsman from The 10th Kingdom was chasing us. For those of you who have not seen this movie, the Huntsman is this creepy dude with a bow and arrows that will not stop until they have struck someone in the heart. And all he does is hunt people.
So somehow we’ve evaded him, and we arrive at this house on the edge of a lake. But the people who live in it…aren’t exactly people. I think they could sort of…glide…and they could Apparate, I think, and…I’m not quite sure what they were. But I think they ate people, too (weird recurring theme here).
But their creepy wrath was easily avoided as long as you knew the correct protocol for knocking on their door. Adrianna did. It involved going around to the back of the house and…I don’t remember. A series of carefully planned knocks or something. But we had to do it quickly, so the Huntsman wouldn’t sniff us out or something. Like, I guess we were safe inside the house because even he couldn’t get past these things, whatever they were.
We went inside to get new supplies and things to continue running all over this world, whatever it was.
When we went back out the back door, I decided we should not only wade through the lake a bit before backtracking, as had been our original plan, but to actually swim all the way across it–the Huntsman wouldn’t expect that. It was a big lake. I was convinced we could do it, however. It was our lives, after all.
That was the plan. But the Huntsman was already there. And there was this battle with all of us (creeps included) and him, and he died (supposedly). I, however, was certain he was not really dead, and pulled Michelle aside to try and make her see reason. (“It’s just like in a horror movie, when you think the bad guy is dead, but he really isn’t! He’s going to come back for us!” I said.)
But Michelle, alas, did not believe me, and wouldn’t help me convince the group. So we went back into the creepy people’s house to have a celebratory meal and then head back the way we’d come, as the Huntsman was now dead.
And as we’re sitting there, I’m just staring out the back window, waiting for him to pop up or something, when this man started coming from the direction of the lake, and I immediately recognized him and said, “Oh my god, that’s him!”
But everybody else looked out there and said, “What? No, it isn’t! They look nothing alike!” And when I looked more closely, I saw that that was true, but I knew it was really the Huntsman in disguise. And then the guy’s wife appeared behind him, and they were both headed for the door, but I knew it was just the Huntsman playing tricks with us, and they let him (and his “wife”) inside and invited them to dinner, and as they sat down, I looked in his eyes and knew that he knew that I knew.
And the last one: I’ll simplify this one. Basically, this wolf bit me and it turned me into a werewolf. But when I changed, I just looked like a regular wolf. Except I didn’t realize I was changing. I was with a group of people, and then I gradually realized they couldn’t understand what I was saying, and I couldn’t figure that out, and then they kept saying, “Awww, isn’t she cute?” and reaching out to pet me, and finally I realized that my hand was a furry paw, and the reason they couldn’t hear me speak was because I was, in fact, a wolf.
Except, for a werewolf, I had no taste for human blood–or really, any blood at all. It was quite strange.
Guess I’ll stop there.